When I was in college I dated this guy - nice guy, though a bit of a culturally normative misogynistic bastard. (Autonomy and respect, you see, are less important than a dude's ability to feel manly.)
Anyhow, it's been so many years that I barely remember why I ditched his morose ass, except for the last part, where I said 'You know what? You're right! I was always going to break up with you some day and that day is TODAY!'
I'm so glad I didn't stay trapped in that terrible relationship. My boundaries are, yea verily, like unto granite; my spouse is supportive and respectful; and when I buy him half-off Valentine's chocolate every year, he recognizes it as an expression of my most frugal affection.
Who's your narrow escape?